Jessie, will you take me back into the city,
Where the streets first held our hands?
Where I first tucked your photo in my wallet,
And we dreamed of foreign lands.
With so many miles to run away,
From the years that kept you young,
With so much more from the bottom of your pocket,
To pretend where you come from,
Still you're the same, just playing the games,
That we played long ago,
Maybe you never needed to change,
Just needed your city to grow,
(Chorus)
You're leaving,
Thousand miles,
We were living for a city,
Couldn't find a way back home
You're leaving,
Thousand miles.
Too young, too old, too foolish and bold,
Too careless, classless and free,
Lost in a world that shuts your eyes,
And keeps you blind, you'll see,
Forget your dreams of foreign lands,
And bury yourself in the ground,
Was that your sunset setting low,
Or your lightbulb blowing out?
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